I'm a bit like a soldier
In the way I wear no uniform
And choose not to fight
And fight all night
For some other cause
Have mercy
I'm a bit like the gravedigger
Who wields no shovel
But leaves the bodies to rot
In the places that they stand
For some other cause
Have mercy
I'm a bit like the pack mule
Carrying no load
Into the canyons of your jive
For some other cause
Have mercy
I'm a bit like the freelance fence painter
Who drinks the iced tea you brought him
Then eyes your backside as you leave
For some other cause
Have mercy
I'm a bit like the peephole
That falls in love with all the eyes
That look through
Watching major things unfold
From minor flaws
For some other cause
Have mercy
In the way I wear no uniform
And choose not to fight
And fight all night
For some other cause
Who wields no shovel
But leaves the bodies to rot
In the places that they stand
For some other cause
Carrying no load
Into the canyons of your jive
For some other cause
Who drinks the iced tea you brought him
Then eyes your backside as you leave
For some other cause
That falls in love with all the eyes
That look through
Watching major things unfold
From minor flaws
For some other cause
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